Luyện nghe bài hát Kristi

Aw baby, she got a flip phone
Da-damn baby, I smokin'
Been chokin' and it's so potent baby, we baby
And you got the Gucci by my man Ferg, baby?
You a giant baby, you steppin' on niggas' necks
Sometimes you gotta just ease that, ease that left foot off
And then put your right foot on the, on the top of them, big
And choke them harder, cause you's a dog
You's a, a fuckin' champ, these are puppies baby
They can't, they can't fuck you baby, Lord

Racks on racks on racks, (yeah) Dan all on my back (right)
G all on my cap, (yeah) monogram on a Maybach (smear)
Testin' that pussy Pap (smear)
eatin' bitch from the back (yeah)
rap all on that cat (yeah) Lil Pump, she makin' it clap
I'm to write Yammy a letter,
tell 'em I'm way better (right)
"Plain Jane" the song of the
(yeah) I'm busy chasin' the lettuce
I'm a Klein model on billboards,
I did a campaign with the (right)
done gave me another deal and
Hennessy too, got cheddar (alright)
Shoot in the PJs (yeah) then I go hop on a PJ (yeah)
sendin' me all these free
clothes (right) momma put it on eBay
I run the shit like a relay, gon' have to press replay
Yammy say hi to my for me, and Jam Master Jay for TJ

Goddamn,
When it be raining outside nigga, you the
Cause that just bounce off you with that Gucci
God, nigga call you Kristi YamaGucci, baby
Cause you just all the fuckin' world with this shit, baby
Niggas touch you

Trench coat mob is a Gadget
You don't wanna see a pretty get drastic
Fuckin' the Lords, no Frodo Baggins
Niggas bring clothes to the screen like a fat bitch
though my name is Denzel, no actin'
Pap-pap, puttin' everything inside a
Track that, everything is be a classic
Wrap that, put that bitch a prophylactic
I'm rappin', got no hard-on, double tappin'
From a built on coke and pistol-packin'
See you flaggin' and they packin' what you
Take you out and then they act like nothin'
Amnesia got rid of the
Back in the where they blowin' on reefer
I follow the while you follow the leader
Now a nigga overseas where they checkin' my Visa,

Nah baby, kinda flip phone you got?
Is that a baby, no, a Chirp baby
nigga got a Boost, baby, what the fuck
Nigga, you step it up
You need to get you a trap
you need to get one of these fuckin' Motorolas, baby
Niggas can't even us, baby

Finger roll, finger roll, finger roll, roll, dunk, yeah
Ballin' on my enemies, I ain't even up the pumps, huh
Imagine I tie 'em up, yeah
I 'em, they gon' need a crutch, yeah
And I ain't talkin' bitches
When I say got their panties in a bunch
I'm talkin' niggas, I ain't nada
They ain't talkin' figures, be six, seven or better
Tryna get a house, gotta get my up
Tryna stay on pace? You gon' to step up
Cruisin' in a Wraith, see if they it get-up
Pull up to the place, fucked her we met up
Yeah, I'm gettin' buzz, but I let up
I ain't seen a doctor, but I got my up
up, check up, check up, check up
I'm playin' chess, you on checkers
That's why gang can never check us
They your chain, and now you neck-less
up, check up, check up, check up
I got a check on my (wait)
I'm losin' track of
Cause I don't tick or no tock (yup)